Why, oh why?
A trip to Beijing had been on the wish list for a long time. The step
between wishing to go there and actually deciding to do it is longer
than one might think, and it is difficult to realise this until you are
actually contemplating it. With some previous experience from an Asian
country, the task seemed slightly less daunting though. It was therefore
time to prepare a bit again...

Planning..and reading, as usual
Going before the summer Olympics was decided upon, as things might be
'ruined' after this. Beijing is still a city which changes at lightning
speed and might some time in the future be more similar to Shanghai,
were it not for all the old cultural sights from the empire. When to go,
what to see, how long to spend on each particular sight and so on and so
forth..digging up a lot of info on the net, ordering yet another couple
of books and a map from Amazon, then finally going via our local
Kinareiser for the trip itself. The chosen hotel was the
Radisson SAS
Beijing, as this is always a very good choice among somewhat more
expensive hotels. An upgrade of room standard was also decided upon, as
this would place us on one of the top three floors of the building, high
above the expected traffic noise. I sent a request to the hotel directly
to ask for some brochures, yet as time passed by and nothing arrived, I
was wondering if the request had not been received or had been forgotten
or ignored. I decided to contact them again and got a reply that the
information had been sent already - but via ship (!) so I should expect
it to arrive soon. It did indeed, just one month prior to departure, and
two months after the request.
As for sightseeing, a list of places to be visited was made, including a
couple of less-visited places, and we decided to stay for 8 nights.
We did the handling of visas on our own, as it was simple enough to send
the application to the embassy, and it only took a total of 10 days to
get them back in an approved state. Visa #2 now in my passport!

Zzzzzzzz....or not much of it, actually
The route took us via Copenhagen (a very short flight from Oslo - around
50 minutes on an Airbus A321) to Beijing on an Airbus A340, and even
though this plane was smaller than our 747 to Hong Kong in 2002, it was
still an impressive collection of metal and electronics. It roomed
nearly 300 passengers, and the individual entertainment centres along
with the where-in-the-world-are-we info on the big screen helped a bit
on the 9 hour flight, which sped us through the night near St
Petersburg, over the Urals near Yekaterinburg, past most of Siberia (the
Sayan mountain range looked impressive with snow capped peaks even from
an altitude of 11.000 metres), then over Mongolia before finally
reaching Beijing. The night was short, as we were now 6 hours ahead of
Oslo/Copenhagen time, and there was little, if any, sleep to get on the
plane.

Ni hao, Beijing!
I would have preferred to write that 'soon Beijing was within sight' but
the flight was much longer than that, and besides, there was no Beijing
to see from the air as the airport is some 30 km north of the city
centre itself. Anyway - welcome to Beijing Capital International
Airport! After filling out 4 or 5 sheets of paper with important
beauracratic information, it was time to aim for getting through
security and immigration counters. It seemed that lots of foreigners had
arrived at the same time, as the queues for the 'foreign' counters grew
to tremendous lengths, while the domestic ones were nearly empty.
Beauracratic government, anyone? Nope - the sent us through the domestic
counters instead to increase efficiency.

Once on the outside, it was time for a bit of exchange work - hmm...do
we choose the Agricultural Bank of China or the Industrial Bank of
China? A few hundred renminbis (RMB) richer, and we were out in the taxi
queue. This seemed like a very well organised line, as there were
officials watching it all and even writing down the number of the taxi
we got and handed it to us, in case we should have any complaints. The
driver helped build our confidence and culture shock by nearly colliding
as we were heading away from the terminal (then again, near-collisions
is an everyday sight in the dense traffic, as Beijing has some 2 million
cars - 10% of the country's total amount). We sped southwards on an
8-lane motorway and found ourselves at our hotel entrance less than 30
minutes after we had started, reaching speeds of 110-120 km/h on the
way. Our driver seemed to not speak any english when we were about to
pay him, as he wanted more than the 100 RMB I offered. After accepting
another 100-bill, he decided to forget about any possible change and
sped off before I had the time to check if this was a 'sensible' price.
After a long day and a half of travelling, I did not have the energy to
bring it up either there or try to complain via the telephone number
written down on the leaflet handed to us by the official at the airport
- and I have a feeling this is a fact often exploited by taxi drivers
there. Anyway, we had arrived at our hotel and were given a welcome
drink (orange juice!) and given a room at the top floor (15)!

The hotel was truly
an excellent
choice - a 30 square metre room with a huge bed, separate entrances to
washroom, toilet and shower, two bottles of fresh water every day (as
tap water was not for drinking), our own breakfast room on the 15th
floor which was turned into a 'happy hour' snack room in the late
afternoon where they served wine, fruit, nuts, cakes and on one occasion
delicious spring rolls - all included in the upgraded room price.
The hotel was also very conveniently located right next to a huge
Carrefour shopping mall, where everything including the kitchen
sink seemed to be on offer. Fresh food? No problem...the fish were alive
and kept in tanks in the store.

As we had planned beforehand, the first afternoon and evening would be
spent resting and adapting to 6 hours of time shift. It was already 3
o'clock in the afternoon before we arrived, and instead of starting to
search for a place to eat, we tried out one of the hotel's 3 restaurants
- the Royal Cafe, which served various dishes and international cuisine.
We tried an Indonesian dish, but I must admit it did not taste very good
at all and was a bit of a disappointment (yet the only one we had at the
hotel).

A small walk in the evening around the hotel was also a good way to
shake off the long flight, where we started observing local life,
customs and whatnot. First of all, many parking lots were guarded by
uniformed personell - at least the more expensive ones, as we had a huge
bank building as neighbour. Second, there was very little street light
in this part of the city (near the third ring road - out of five), and
in some places the pavement was in need of repair, so we had to watch
our step in the darkness. The hotel was also located near several large
'human silos' as one could call the typical grey, boring communist
apartment buildings. The average Beijinger has 6 square metres of real
estate, so it's no small wonder they all seem to be outside at any given
time of the day, and only sleep there. Dogs have a maximum allowed size,
again no small wonder as it would be more sensible to have ones that fit into your shirt pocket, if any.

Day 1: Tiantan (Temple of
Heaven) & Wangfujiang The first day was set aside to visiting the city's largest park and one
of the major sights - the Temple of Heaven, which lies in the Tiantan
park. Getting there wasn't a big challenge at all - hotel employees were
on standby at the entrance/exit and would ask where you are going. They
would then give you a business card where they mark the place you are
planning to go to from a selectable list on one side, with the hotel
address on the other side - in regular letters as well as Chinese. The
back side is for giving to your taxi driver when you want to go back to
your hotel. As taxi prices in Beijing were fairly cheap, this would be
the chosen means of transport instead of fiddling with buses or the
as-of-yet somewhat inextensive subway system. Besides, seeing is
experiencing - and there's not much to see when riding on a subway, is
there?

After a fairly short drive to the southeast side of the city centre, we
found ourselves at the entrance to the temple. It seemed we had chosen
the right time of year to visit the city, as there were several
beautiful flower decorations all over, from lookalike prayer wheels to
flowing rivers as well as a '56' logo, marking the newborn nations' 56th
birthday.

As we neared the big temple itself, known as the Hall of Prayer for Good
Harvests, the first disappointment was a fact: the whole area was closed
due to renovation and the top of the roof was barely visible above
scaffolding and plastic covers. Still, this was the place the emperor
(being regarded as the "son of heaven") came to during winter solstice ,
along with a huge procession of people, following a strict ritual
including using a separate house for re-dressing into the correct attire before proceeding with the actual prayer. Any
slight mistake in the entire process was believed would lead to bad
harvests in the following year.

The building dates from 1420, during the construction of the entire
'palace buildings' and stands 38 metres tall. The pillars number 12, 12
and 4 from outside to inside, symbolising the twelve Chinese traditional
hours, the twelve months of the year, and the four seasons of the year
respectively. It was built entirely without nails. As for the colours
used (again no coincidences), red represents earth, gold is the
Emperor's colour, while blue reflects heaven.

Since we were unable to see the big temple itself, we had to settle for
the other sights: The echo wall is said to reflect sound so well along
its circular form, that if you clap or even whisper on one side, a
person on the other side should be able to hear it. Naturally, all
tourists tried to do the same thing at the same time, so finding out if
this was actually true was impossible. The amount of tourists was also
well above average, as the week beginning with the National day (1st of
October) is a week off for all (?) Chinese people. Thus, many flock to
the big sights.
The Altar of Heaven or Earthly Mount was the site where the emperor
prayed for good weather. It is a relatively simple platform on three
levels of marble stones, but with an amount of stone slabs on the top
platform that always meets the number 9 (such as 81), which was the
representative number of the Emperor himself.

After the somewhat long roundtrip
of the park, which covers 2.7 square kilometres and is the largest in
the city proper, we headed on by foot towards Wangfujiang, a walk of
just a kilometre or so. This is the shopping street in Beijing, as is
apparent from all the neon signs lighting the area up. The Tianlun
Dynasty hotel was easy to spot with its four matching 'pagoda' rooftops,
as was the McDonalds logo nearby. After a not too long stroll along the
street and a quick look inside a large 'gallery mall', it was time to
head on.

On the outside, we were greeted
by a bit of rain as well as a Chinese art student who seemed interested
in pointing us towards a gallery of some sort. This seems to be
commonplace, as I have gathered from other written experiences, yet I do
not know why they seem surprised when we politely decline.

Dinner was again done in our
hotel, but this time we chose the local Chinese restaurant. The main
dishes belonged to the Cantonese cuisine actually, so we expected a
hotter experience than usual. We were indeed right - the meal did not
lack in spicy additions, but some good came out of it, as my mother was
forced to learn how to use chopsticks, and it did go well, as we had to
use such tools on several later occasions.

Day 2: The Ten Thousand Li
Wall (eventually)
We had decided the evening before, after looking at the weather forecast
which was put up in the reception area and updated on a daily basis, to
go for a package-tour to the great Wall. As the hotel had brochures from
a company called 'Blue Dragon Tours' lying around, we decided to sign up
for it. The hotel would then book us in on the tour and they would pick
us up at 7:30 the next morning. Time for an early
rise...they did come a few minutes late though, but as our guide told us
we were right on time she explained they had to wait for some of the
natives who were joining the tour.

The tour program described in the brochure showed the following
'itinerary': visit to the Ming Tombs, Jade Factory (possibly with
another visit somewhere..hmm) and then after lunch, the wall itself.

Our first stop was indeed the Jade factory (or one of them). It was
quite fascinating to see this insignificantly seeming stone being turned
into something much more eye-catching, and this was by far the most
interesting "detour" of the trip. Of course, there was ample possibility
to shop till your heart's content, but that is to be expected I guess.

Next up was a visit to the Ming Tombs area. This is a large area
originally chosen by emperor Yongle in the early 1400s as a mausoleum
for himself and his successors. In total, there are 13 tombs here, and
the site was carefully chosen, following important geomancy (Feng Shui)
principles, i.e. bad spirits and evil winds from the north must be
deflected; hence the selection of the arc-shaped area at the foot of the
northern Beijing mountains.
En route there, we passed the Sacred Way, an interesting piece of road
lined with lots of statues of various beings and animals, guarding the
entrance to the tomb area. Sadly, we passed by this without stopping
there, but instead went to the tomb area itself, where we just visited
the outside of a mausoleum (some are possible to enter). As the Sacred
Way is one of the best preserved examples of art from the 15th century
over here, I have a feeling this would have been a much better choice instead of the outside of one of the tombs, with just regular
Chinese style buildings (of which any visitor will see plenty anyway
without coming here).
Near the tomb area we drove past huge fields of apple orchards, where
locals sat by the road offering their products. The only thing in
contrast to my previous experience from Vietnam was that this was a
slightly less exotic fruit on offer. The relatively narrow road at this
point was lined with trees on either side, which were painted white up
to a certain level (a metre and a half above ground level). We were told
this was to keep crawling insects from ascending the trunk and damage
the trees.

Next up - a visit to a medical centre (what?), a bit of a surprise when
reading the day program. We were given a short lecture by some local
doctors who have the philosophy of focusing on natural medications (as
opposed to artificial ones). They proceeded with asking where people
were from, and we found out we had a pretty widespread audience. In
addition to the local ones and us, there was a guy from Switzerland and
a mother with two daughters from Kazakhstan. There didn't seem to be
much point in asking about it though - perhaps to keep some time
flowing. We then had the possibility to 'volunteer' for a medical
examination, and after a very brief check, I was told I could benefit
from some medications for my liver. Strange, I thought, but not when I
heard the price of the medication. For an arm and a leg I would then be
a happier person, and this explained why some of the locals did not even
bother to come inside - this was obviously another tourist trap we were
being herded into, and a pretty blunt one at that. Needless to say, I
declined and said I felt in a pretty good shape. We were to leave at a
set time, but had to wait something like 20 minutes extra as the
Kazakhstan visitors seemed intent on shopping till they dropped.

It was time for lunch, and we stopped by a large restaurant on the way
towards Badaling. After navigating our way through half a kilometre of
souvenir shops, we found the restaurant, which was of a very high standard, especially food wise: we were served a nearly uncountable
number of dishes on a rotating table (a smart solution by the way), and
although we had no chance to taste it all, it was delicious, and
probably the best lunch I have ever had on a "herded day trip".

During one of the sessions our
guide had in the bus with describing surroundings and history, one of
the locals decided to spend a lot of time on his cellular phone, and
wasn't satisfied with that - he seemed to compete volume wise with our
guide (who was using a microphone) and won the competition, forcing our
guide to wait until the time of our local and self-proclaimed new
emperor's reign was over, which unfortunately
wasn't short enough.

Badaling itself is a small town some 60 km north of Beijing, and as the
mountains grew in size, the road started to elevate and wound its way
along a gently curved valley. We passed the Juyongguan fortress but
didn't stop there (too much time spent on tourist trapping), and even
before we had gotten this far, we saw sections on the wall along one
hilltop or ridge...then another...then another..in fact, the wall seemed
to be everywhere around! I had previously been under the impression that
the wall was mostly one infinite stretch of some 6500 km - 10000 Li,
equalling 5760 km in the old Chinese measuring unit (but literally
meaning infinite) with a few branches here and there. Not so - there
were branches everywhere, as if the the wall was some sort of octopus
construction. By the time we arrived at one of the parking lots
belonging to the Badaling section (yes there seemed to be more, either
different tours go to different spots, or they just go to random spots,
perhaps depending on traffic), it was already afternoon. From here, we took a slow rising homemade
rollercoaster-lookalike climb up to the wall proper. Finally we were
there, more than 6 hours after the tour started!

The wall itself was a fantastic experience and difficult to describe.
You can walk as long as you want (until you have to return to your car
or bus or whatever), but we found ourselves on a section where the wall
ended abruptly. To continue would mean backtracking a bit, entering
ground level, then crossing down and up to the next section, where a
cable car system brougt visitors up from the other side of the
mountains. The mountains themselves are very scenic, typical for the
part of the world they are in, like frozen waves with steep sides and
lots of greeneries. Badaling is the most heavily visited part of the
wall, and to add to that it was national day holiday, so the wall was
pretty packed with people. It was at times also very steep, and had tall
steps making you wonder how many of the short-legged natives managed to
navigate here.

2500 years ago, when China was
split up into several smaller warring states, they built separate walls
to defend themselves against their neighbours. As the Qin dynasty was
established in 221 BC and China was more unified, the wall was ordered
torn down in some places, and connected in others, making it a
continuous line of defense towards the north. As transportation of
building materials was a challenge, local resources were used wherever
the wall was laid - using rock in the mountainous areas, and sand or
earth on the plains. Most of this wall has eroded over the centuries,
and little remains of it. Over the course of time, later dynasties
repaired, rebuilt or expanded various sections of the wall, but it was
not until the Ming dynasty in the 15th century that the Great Wall was
again seriously revived after a battle with the Mongols to the north.
After long periods of these battles, the Ming constructed a fortified
wall on their northern border towards Mongolia on the same principles of
the ancient one.

This "new" wall proved to be a
better line of defense, as it was made of stone and bricks, and the Ming
managed to hold their own against Mongol raids over the coming years
thanks to putting a lot of effort into repairing and reinforcing the
walls, especially near the (already then) capital of Beijing. In 1644,
after several unsuccessful attempts at breaching the wall, the Manchu
finally managed to get into Chinese territory thanks to a rebel Ming
general, and proceeded to capture Beijing and overthrow the Ming
dynasty, thus establishing the Qing dynasty. During this dynasty,
Mongolia became part of the empire (the state now known as Inner
Mongolia), and the wall fell again into disrepair.

The few sections that are
possible to visit, in varying state are:

- Badaling, 60 km from Beijing,
well restored and quite crowded

- Mutianyu, 90 km from Beijing,
very scenic with 90% forest coverage, well restored and less crowded
than Badaling and featuring 20 watchtowers on its 2.5 km restored
stretch

- Jinshanling, 130 km from
Beijing, less restored and therefore less crowded, and connects with the
wall at Simatai, and it is possible to walk the entire stretch between
these two (4-6 hours depending on your speed and form!)

- Simatai, 110 km from Beijing,
also less restored and more "wild" with some very steep sections

- Jiumenkou, Huangyaguan,
Jiankou, Gubeikou and Huanghua are even less visited or known, and also
belong to the more "wild" sections of the wall (meaning little restored
and partly overgrown, still creating some charming vistas)

The obvious souvenir to get from
the Great Wall (especially Badaling) is a t-shirt which says "I climbed
the Great Wall", and the Chinese equivalent is also printed: "Bu Dao
Changcheng Fei Haohan", a famous saying in China, as it was first spoken
by their great leader Mao (Changcheng is Great Wall in Chinese by the
way).

The trip back down to the parking
lot was much more fun than the one up, as there was (again) a sort of
homemade rollercoaster ride but with a guy in the front carriage using
brakes, easing us down via several well dosed curves. Back in the
parking lot, there were buses everywhere this late in the day, and we
felt thankful for arriving a little early after all. We were approached
by a guy who at first gave us a slice of apple to feed the local bears
on display in a small zoo. As he offered more pieces to give, he later
asked for money, stating that only the first piece was free. Since he
didn't state that simple fact straight away, I refused to give him any
money, hoping there was a microscopic possibility he would learn not to
trick tourists on later occasions, but instead he spat out some mixed angry syllables and
had apparently decided to 'lose face'.

We were told to return to the car
at an exact time, yet the local Chinese who joined the tour decided not
to bother too much with that, and returned nearly half an hour after the
appointed time. All in all it did not seem as if they had much respect
for the arrangement, or perhaps needed to make themselves visible (and
audible) in a negative way (at least to our foreign eyes).

Day 3: The Lama Temple and
Ditan ParkAfter a pretty long day trip the previous day, the time had come for
a more relaxing one, and we decided to pay the Lama Temple a visit. This
site is not a usual part of standard Beijing tours, and we were happy
that we made our own tour of the city, as the temple was a wonderful
treat and a peaceful haven, almost completely screened from traffic
noise thanks to high walls around the compound.

The site was built in 1694 as a
residence for the Qing dynasty Prince Yong. At his ascension to the
throne, the building was turned into a palace named Yonghe Gong (meaning
palace of harmony and peace in Chinese). The next emperor changed it
into a lamasery in 1744. It is a living temple, made apparent by the
many visitors who come to light their fragrant sticks and pray. There
are several large buildings along the site's 480-metre long axis, each
of the major ones containing some sort of relic or Buddha shrine.

The buildings, from south to
north, are (including charming English translations):

- Tian Wang Dian (Hall of the
Heavenly Kings)

- Yonghegong (Hall of Harmony and
Peace)

- Yongyoudian (Hall of
Everlasting Protection)

- Falundian (Hall of the Wheel of
the Law)

- Wanfuge (Pavilion of Ten
Thousand Happinesses)

From this list (and the
somewhat amusing translations), the final one has to be the obvious choice to visit, and
it is indeed the most impressive hall by far, being flanked by two
smaller halls, both connected by a sort of bridge structure. Inside the
big hall stands a massive statue of Maitreya Buddha. Standing 18 metres tall, the
main part was carved out of one piece of white sandalwood, and is today
the world's largest wooden Buddha figure.

A couple of interesting points
include the ticket, which also consisted of a small CD-rom with
information about the site, as well as some peculiarly yet lavishly decorated waste
baskets.

The Lama Temple is also a symbol
for the Chinese government. With its somewhat unpopular attitude towards
Tibet (claiming it belongs to them), they seem to try to show that they
are open towards the country and their practice.

After a couple of hours, it was time to leave the tranquility of the
Lama Temple and head out towards the Ditan Park (Temple of the Earth),
where there seemed to be a large book fair, as it was packed with people
in one location. The entrance to the park was a stone's throw away from
the Lama Temple, and even nearer, we stumbled over an impressive looking
restaurant which I had seen a picture of while planning the trip. It was
lunch time anyway, so we headed in, even though the only eligible
symbols outside was the number 24 (possibly meaning it was open day and
night?)
The inside proved to be very different from the outside though. It was
quite primitive, and all three floors were packed with locals who all
seemed to make an effort to speak louder than their neighbour, creating
something of an unpleasant domino effect. In addition to this, the
waiters were communicating above it all and the platters were literally
flying in the air. Still, even though it took almost 45 minutes to get
the food, and after struggling quite a bit with communication, the food
was ok but definitely not something to deserve a Michelin star :)

The part of the park which was not turned into a book fair was another
pleasant and quiet experience and was quite welcome after the cacophony
of the restaurant which had turned out to be more of a giant café. Even
the outside was pleasantly decorated, as we found out when deciding to
walk the stretch back to the hotel (about 3 km), and people outside were
playing badminton, which gave me a slight itch, as I have played it for
years. China is more or less the world's leading badminton nation, and
it is considered a national sport here.

Day 4: We are getting good at
this: Tian'anmen, The Forbidden City, Jingshan & Beihai - two days
crammed into one!It was time to finally head to the absolute centre of the city:
Tian'anmen Square and The Forbidden City. We started off with yet
another taxi trip to the south end of the square, and after getting our
bearings in the smog, headed towards the north. It
was a long walk before even passing the mausoleum where Mao Zedong is
buried, which marks the centre of the square. On either side of the huge
square between the mausoleum and the broad avenue in front of The
Forbidden City a couple of mammoth structures stand; on the west side is
the Great Hall of the People (The Chinese Parliament), and on the east
side is the Chinese National Museum, both typical communist mammoth
structures. The only structures in the square itself, which measures
880x500 metres, are the aforementioned mausoleum as well as the Monument
to the People's Heroes. On the north side stands a tall flagpost bearing
the flag of China, which is well guarded by strict looking officers on
constant patrol.

However, as it was national day,
the square was much more decorated than its usual self. There were huge
flower arrangements representing and reminding of the coming Summer
Olympics in 2008, with figures or sport instruments (I particularly
noticed the badminton player of course). Also, an impressive fountain
was on display, which changed all the time into different patterns. In
addition to this, a toy-size replica of a temple area or something
similar could be spotted on the square's northwestern side.

Getting to the first gate towards
The Forbidden City was a bit of a walk as well. The avenue between
Tian'anmen and the gate is 36 metres wide, and pedestrians walk
underground to navigate to the other side.

The square was built in 1417
during the Ming dynasty, enlarged more than once later, then finally in
1949, yet is perhaps most known for the student protests in 1989.

Once there, the famous painting
of Mao hanging above the Tian'anmen Gate (or Gate of Heavenly Peace)
looks a lot bigger than when seen from the square. Its actual size is
6x4.5 metres, and it weighs nearly 1.5 tons. It is replaced before
National Day, which might explain why it looked so...fresh :)

There are two proclamations, one
on each side of the portrait. The left one reads "Long Live the People's
Republic of China" (and it was indeed from this place that Mao
proclaimed the creation of the Republic on October 1st, 1949. The right
sentence reads "Long Live the Great Unity of the World's Peoples".

Two lions guard the five bridges
crossing the stream in front of the gate - these lions appear in many
places, and are believed to protect humans from evil spirits according
to Chinese tradition. They will also often be seen with one paw on a
ball or globe, believed to represent the union of Heaven and Earth. In
some places, a male and female lion appear as guardians, where the
female rests her paw on a cub, representing motherhood and protection.

Once past this gate, you are
greeted by...another gate! This gate, Duanmen or Upright Gate, leads
after a bit of a walk to the actual palace gate, Wumen or Meridian Gate.
Before entering here, you will have to obtain some tickets, and this is
where things get interesting...bear in mind that with the numbers of
people coming here, you may have to stand in line for quite some time
before getting to the actual counter that sells the tickets. Once you
are done with that and can enter the Forbidden City proper - whoah..it
is actually much quieter once inside. Welcome to 720.000 square metres
of palace area, which is a mirror of itself east-west, as its original
construction followed strict guidelines, where everything was centered
on a north-south axis. No building outside the palace was permitted to
be taller or grander. Much of the original structures have fallen victim
to fires over the years, as the wood was highly flammable. At some time,
huge water basins made of copper were added so as to have some measure
against the flames, and some of these are visible today.

The palace is sometimes jokingly
referred to as the "place with 9.999 1/2 rooms", since only Heaven has
10.000 rooms. According to Insight City Guide Beijing, the palace "only"
sports 8.706 rooms and halls.
The Forbidden City was the hallowed place for the Chinese empire for
nearly 500 years, and was completely off-limits to ordinary citizens,
hence its name. Still, the area was not dead, as at some point up to
9.000 servants and eunuchs milled about the halls, corridors and open
places. The maids usually only served during their teenage years, while
eunuchs were "conscripted" for life, and their footsteps, high voices
and (some said) scent of urine was all part of life in the enclosed city
within the city. The emperor's concubines were also cut off from their
families and the rest of the world, doomed to spend their days sewing
and awaiting the emperor's pleasure.

The Mongols of the Yuan dynasty
built their palace a little to the west of where today's Forbidden City
is located, before moving the capital to Nanjing in Central China. In
1403, emperor Yongle decided to move the capital back to Beijing, and
ordered a new palace to be built. Between 1406 and 1420 around 200.000
people were involved with the building of the palace, which was finished
in 1421. The empire was to last until 1911, when the 'child emperor' Pu
Yi abdicated, yet he lived in the rear parts of the palace until 1924.
The first tourists were allowed inside during the 1920s, but the palace
was not much to look at in those days. After 1949, extensive restoration
work was done, and in the years leading to the 2008 Olympic Games, the
palace (and other structures in Beijing) will undergo major restoration
work. Indeed, this was clearly visible, as most of the east side of the
palace was closed off and covered in plastic and/or scaffolding, while
the west side was clearly restored and so shiny one would scarcely
believe the paint had dried yet.

Once through the Meridian Gate,
several bridges cross the internal Jinshahe (Golden Water River). A
recommendation is to head outside one of the side doorways for a
breather from the crowds outside before continuing towards the actual
palace grounds. Once past the Taihemen (Gate of Supreme Harmony), a
large courtyard stands between the visitor and the actual emperor's seat
- Taihedian or Hall of Supreme Harmony. This is the structure one would
find on any postcard with greetings from The Forbidden City, and is
easily recognised, even on a hazy day. It is 35 metres tall, and the
roof is perhaps the most impressive part of the building. It has a
horizontal ridge, four rooftrees and double eaves, and is packed with
various ornaments and figures. It has the highest possible status of
roof decoration - a man riding a bird, nine beasts, an immortal figure
and a dragon. The dragons on the roof are 3 metres tall and weigh 4.5
tons each!

Following this impressive hall
are several more halls and gates, before you are finally led to a
smaller and pleasant garden area, where pavilions, bushes and ponds dot
the palace. This is the Imperial Garden, and one of the most pleasant
structures was the Pavilion of Eternal Spring, inside which the light
shone through the windows from above and created a dreamy-like beam of
light at an angle downwards.

Some of the signs around the
palace were rather an amusing read when considering the English
translation, yet very charming: "Cultural relics are irretrievable.
Please be careful when viewing them" and "Relic protected - no scratch"
were both successful smile-raisers.

As the bird flies, the palace
area is nearly a kilometre long, and the sight of the next avenue
followed by the Jingshan or Coal Hill was a welcome sight to be honest.
Since it was still not late in the day, we headed directly over and
ascended the hill, which rises some 60 metres above the surroundings.
The hill is built from the soil after the excavations from The Forbidden City,
and the
centremost Pavilion of Everlasting Spring has a splendid viewpoint over
the palace complex as well as the lake area, and on a clear day (one
without any form of haze or smog) the northern mountains are visible.

After this ascent, it was a short
walk into the lake area north of the palace, known as the Beihai park.
Just before entering the park, we passed by and checked out one of the
more preserved hutong areas, which is part of the old Beijing and the
way people used to live before the rise of communist silos. This area
was charming enough, yet other ones were in dire need of either
preserving or being torn down. This is a source of some controversy, as
more and more of the old capital is disappearing. Yet, when seeing the
badly preserved hutongs, one can only imagine the lack of hygiene as
several families shared bathroom and toilets.

During winter, the Beihai lakes
are frozen, and locals enjoy ice-skating, while in summer, they paddle
around in various boats. The area is yet another green lung of many in
the city, and the natives seem to use them often. Most of the structures
around the giant white Dagoba (built in Tibetan style on the ruins of a
Ming palace in honour of the fifth Dalai Lama's visit to Beijing in
1651) were again closed for renovation, and it seemed obvious that we
had a knack for finding such closed places.

Time to eat! We entered a rather
local restaurant on the edge of the southern lake, which sported a
fabulous location with a great view, yet the food was at best barely
edible for a hungry tourist. We were unlucky enough to choose a dish
which contained some sort of Chinese mushroom which felt more like a
jellyfish, and the food was barely warm. This was quite clearly an
unlucky choice, and we might have benefitted from consulting the guide
and heading towards the north lake instead, yet our stomachs were
grumbling and we decided not to spend too much time searching for a
means of survival. Still, time heals all wounds, and we ended up a wee
bit wiser...

After the meal, we headed for one
final sight before returning to the hotel, and one of the park's major
attractions: the Nine-Dragon Screen. A premier example of Chinese glazed
art, the screen is also the only one to be decorated on both sides, and
was constructed in 1756. It was a most impressive sight and difficult to
photograph, as it was quite a large structure: 25.5 metres long, 6
metres tall and 1.6 metres thick. On both sides, nine (notice a pattern
here?) large dragons are playing with dragon pearls. The entire screen
is decorated with 635 dragons of all sizes.

Day 5: Summer Palaces...where?
As the two summer palaces, one old and one younger, appeared to be
located near each other on the map, it was not hard to decide to cover
them both in a day. 20 km northwest of the city centre, the new Summer
Palace (Yiheyuan in Chinese), which we decided to start with, is a 2.9
square kilometre area, of which 3/4 is covered by the artificial Kunming
Lake. The other dominant feature is Longevity Hill, upon which stands
Duobao Glazed Pagoda, yet the most impressive building is one nearer the
entrance, the Tower of Buddhist Incense.

The palace was originally more of a garden area, built in 1750 and added
upon later. In 1860, both the new and old summer palaces were razed by
Anglo-French allied forces during the second opium war. The garden was
rebuilt in 1886, only to be razed again during the Boxer Rebellion in
1900, then again rebuilt in 1902. It served as a summer resort for
Empress Dowager Cixi, who set aside a year's budget originally intended
for the Chinese navy for reconstruction and enlargement of the palace,
in particular the famous marble boat, which is a very impressive
structure, sitting peacefully in the northernmost corner of the lake.
The Long Corridor also deserves special mention, as it runs the entire
south side of the hill upon which the large pagoda stands. Its total
length is 720 metres and it is decorated with different paintings all
along (although I did not bother to check if they were all different).

The Seventeen-Arch bridge crosses over to Nanhu Island. Close to the
bridge stands a bronze ox sculpture, which according to legend was used
to prevent flooding, and therefore may have been made as a symbol or
protection from Kunming Lake flooding the Forbidden City.

The lake, which has an average depth of just 1.5 metres, was dredged in
the early 1990s, and 650.000 cubic metres of sludge was removed as well
as 200 Japanese bombs which were dropped during their war with China in
1937-1945.

The more remote areas of the park were much less crowded and a pleasant
experience, however, the infamous Beijing haze (smog) had decided to
re-appear after two days of blue sky, and the Duobao Glazed Pagoda was
barely visible on the other side of the park.

The time had come to try to locate the Old Summer Palace. According to
the map, it seemed to be perhaps 500 metres from the entrance to the
newer one, so we crossed below the 4th Ring Road, following a road sign
which indicated the direction. Its Chinese name is Yuanmingyuan (The
Gardens of Perfect Brightness). However, finding it was easier said than
done. I do consider myself as having some sense of direction, but the
location or the entrance of the Old Summer Palace remained hidden after
several map consultations and looking around to get our bearings. No further
road signs apart from the one located near the 4th ring road were to be
found either. It should be added that many entrances to parks are much
less apparent than one would expect, and layout of streets and such
changes rapidly in Beijing (which we would experience later as well), in
addition to streets and blocks being so large you tend to lose your, so after quite a bit of searching, we gave up and started
looking for a taxi to go back to our hotel instead. While waiting, we
were approached by a somewhat dubious looking character who offered
something that might be mistaken for food from the back of his cart. We
decided not to take the chance to taste this stuff, as it was an
unidentifiable block-of-something, yet after obviously not taking no for
an answer, he got angry and threw a piece of it at us and left with
fuming nostrils.

The Old Summer Palace has an
interesting history however. Built on a much grander scale than its
successor, it was constructed in 1707 and later enlarged over a period
of 150 years (in the end it was twice the size of the New Summer
Palace), with a small part added containing replicas of European
palaces. In 1860, this place was pillaged, razed and burned by allied
English and French troops. One of the participants described the event:
"...You can scarcely imagine the beauty and magnificence of the places
we burnt. It made one's heart sore to burn them; in fact, these places
were so large, and we were so pressed for time, that we could not
plunder them carefully".
Victor Hugo had a different description of the actions that his fellow
countrymen did: "Two robbers broke into this museum, devastating,
looting and burning, and left laughing hand in hand with their bags full
of treasures; one of the robbers is called France and the other
Britain".

Some plans may exist to rebuild the palace to its former glory, yet it
is opposed by others, the reason being that it should remain as it is,
reminding the Chinese of their more recent history as well as teaching
future generations about the price of being dominated and humiliated by
foreign powers.

Day 6: Beijing Zoo and
Fragrant HillsIt
was time to visit the panda in the local zoo. There was a separate
entrance fee to get to the panda house in addition to the regular fee to
enter the zoo itself. Frankly, the panda house was a bit of a letdown,
as only one or two teenaged pandas could be seen, and didn't seem too
interested in putting on an acrobatics show. Parts of the rest of the
zoo was interesting enough, with several species of exotic birds, a few
nicely constructed compounds and ponds, while the big cat compound (at
least the cages inside) seemed to bother the cats greatly, as they paced
back and forth, growling restlessly.

From the zoo, we hijacked yet
another cab to get even further afield - the Xiangshan Gongyuan or
Fragrant Hills park. The name does not come from any pleasant odours in
the area, but instead the fact that the
hill which marks the highest point of the park looks like an incense
burner from one point of view. It lies some 30 km from the city centre,
and whatever your means of transportation, you will stop at a large
parking lot which still lies almost a kilometre from the actual entrance
to the park. From here, walk along the narrow road that will take you to
the entrance along countless small shops and stalls that will give you a
taste of the more rural parts of the country. It was definitely an
experience with all the smells and sounds, and there were no pushy
vendors there at all, as westerners seemed to be a rarity in this somewhat
remote part of the city.

Indeed, we seemed to be somewhat
exotic to a group of students, who seemed a little embarrassed to ask if
we could join them in a photo. Then again, perhaps they just thought we
looked strange. Again, the 'V' sign seemed to be common.

The park is huge and after the
flat entrance area, soon gives way to some much more rugged terrain. In
fact, the summit of the park is 557 metres, from which on a clear day
the city is very visible. There are steep slopes and deep ravines
everywhere, making it more than just a casual stroll, yet a cable car
brings the lazy tourist to the top in some 20 minutes.

The
origin of the park dates back a thousand years, when the Liao dynasty
built villas in the area as a means to escape the heat of the city.
During the Ming dynasty, the area was a game reserve. It was later
turned into a landscaped park with 28 scenic zones, and was named the
Park of Tranquility and Pleasure. Again, the park was razed and damaged
badly for fun by the infamous 1860 Anglo-French troop rampage, then
again in 1900, and few of the buildings have survived.

After major restoration work, the
park was opened to the public in 1956, and is today a very popular spot
both in the spring when the flowers are blooming, in the summer when the
area enjoys a lower temperature than the city itself, in the autumn when
the leaves turn red as well as the winter when the hills and trees turn
white.

Noteworthy buildings include the
Glazed Longevity Pagoda, which sits on top of a steep slope not far from
the entrance. It was built in 1780, is 30 metres high, and consists of
seven stories. Bronze bells hang in various places, which give a
pleasant tinkling sound whenever a breeze blows. It was of course burned
down in 1860 by English and French troops, and finally restored in 1956.

To fully explore the park would
take the better part of a day, as the alternative to the cable car is a two-hour
ascent by foot, which we did not have time to (and the haze was again
too thick for it to be worth the effort). Just north of the park lies
another exotic building, the Temple of the Azure Clouds, which can be
seen from the cable car and the summit.

We decided to head back to the
hotel in the late afternoon, as the sun was already setting by now, then
after a short rest take a taxi to a recommended restaurant according to
the leaflet from our own Kinareiser - Berena's Cafe. This would be our
dinner place for the last two days, and we ended up regretting that we
did not 'discover' the place sooner. Even though the interior is hardly
chinese - more Parisian in style, slightly dark and gloomy, the food was
amazing and the service of equally high standard. Free dessert, chewing
gum and a rose to my mother as thanks for visiting was all included. In
addition, they even ran out and fetched us a taxi for our return trip.
At the time of visiting, the cafe was located next to the Worker's
Stadium near the embassy area, but was supposed to move shortly after.

Day 7 - Shopping (believe it
or not!)The
final day was set aside for a bit of souvenir shopping. We went to the
Silk Market, which is now a new building as opposed to the previous
open-air market. It has 5 stories above ground and 3 below, making it a
shopper's paradise. As we were not looking to shop clothes till we
dropped, we instead went to the neighbouring Friendship Store. Here, we
found a few interesting things, and I ended up bringing back a pair of
small jade lion figures as well as a cloisonné dragon figure. What was
surprising was that I got a rebate on the lion figures since they were
sold in pairs - I hadn't expected government run stores to have anything
but fixed prices. Again, the workers there would not press you to buy
anything, as it seems they have strict policies about this.

Calligraphy was ridiculously
expensive - well over $100 for a relatively simple sample (no rhyme
intended) was way above acceptable price.

On the outside however, private
salespeople gang up for an assault the minute you exit your means of
transportation. For some reason, socks and watches seem to be
predominant. Some of these salespeople can be a tad annoying as they
won't take twenty-seven no's for an answer.

Lunch was done in the nearby
Pizza Hut (of all things), which was enjoyable enough apart from the
thick rim of cheese on the outside of the pizza.

We decided to follow the map and
walk in a straight eastward line to sample more of Beijing on foot. We
passed by a hospital, where they seemed to have placed a patient
strategically on the sidewalk, yet this
one made a big and painful impression. He was placed in a small box and
was covered by a blanket, and did not seem to have either arms or
legs, so we decided to donate in the nearby jar. As he acknowledged our
generosity, it was time to reflect over how lucky some people are, and
how unlucky others are. Things we take for granted, especially luxurious
ones, are but figments of other's dreams. The fact that we can even
travel to see remote parts of the world is another example. Travelling
to various remote corners of the world should give ample opportunity for
some insight - if one is open to it.

As our walk continued, we passed
some construction work, and the road started curving away from the
straight east-west line, which was in contrast to what the map said. We
decided against trying to navigate around this obstacle, as we had
already walked for nearly an hour since the Friendship Store, then took
yet another taxi back to the hotel.

Day 8: Back again!The return trip went much easier, thanks to a flight with few people,
meaning the chance to stretch out for a nap across four empty seats.
SAS
deserves special mention for its excellent service as well, as we were
almost
overfed on our way back. The return flight was 9 1/4 hours, yet it felt
not nearly as long as the initial flight, perhaps also due to the fact that the
"travel fever" had disappeared, and there were instead loads of
impressions to digest. The return flight from Copenhagen proved to be a
bit of a challenge however, as the flight leaders in Norway were on
strike (oops, sick leave I mean) due to an internal conflict. It was
nearly midnight before the drive back home from the airport commenced,
and I must admit the idea of going to work the day after was not too
tempting, though I somehow managed - at least it would be a friday.

Some general advice:

Expect lots of people. Beijing is
home to somewhere between 9-12 million people, depending on who you ask
or where you read. It is also a very large city - the entire county or
commune is 6500 square kilometres. This often means long lines and wait
times when going to various attractions - especially during the national
holiday week after October 1st.

To get around, the easiest way is
just to use taxi. Beijing is crawling with them, and most drivers are
decent and will not try to trick you. Stay away from unregistered ones -
legal ones will have a sign and the driver will have identification
papers on his dashboard. There should also be a visible meter, and the
cost of driving is relatively small - expect a start fee of 10 RMB, then
it costs either 1.20, 1.60 or 2.00 per kilometre depending on the car -
a red sticker on the window informs about this.

Many roads have long physical
barriers between directions, so you may have to expect a long detour to
get back to your hotel - this does not mean your driver is trying to
give you the "scenic route" back. We experienced this on one occasion,
where we ended up on the wrong side of the road at our hotel, and the
driver was seemingly explaining to us in Chinese that he couldn't get to
the entrance and had to make a long drive to get back on track - he even
offered us to pay less in the end, which we refused, since it was a good
idea to reward this somewhat surprising honesty.

The subway is a cheap alternative
to get around. It should cost 2-3 RMB per trip. The downside is that the
network is not very extensive (only two lines exist, with a third
underway and plans to extend it until 2050 exist), and there is not much
of Beijing to be seen below ground.

Buy sealed bottled water - not at
your hotel, but at your local grocery store, where the cost is perhaps
as little as a tenth of what you might have to pay at your hotel.